She's not still, twisting and turning in his arms, however weakly. They're too close and all around, too many of them, and their presence is overwhelming. Fear's icy grip closes in tight and yet does nothing to dispel the sweat of her fever, and all she can do is murmur in a low, hurried voice as she keeps her eyes open.

Can't sleep, not with them so close. Too many to fight off, too strong from the vibrations they can feel through the Veil.